The Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals that had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

We would like to honor your loved ones who have crossed the bridge by posting a memorial of them below. Please include a digital photo & a testament to your beloved hound with your submission to the Memorial Form.


We lost our beloved Bella on June 10, 2020, to mast cell cancer. If wishing and hoping could bring her back, she would still be with us. She was one in a million, a true credit to her breed; stubborn, but loyal, curious, intelligent, kind to a fault. And she loved being a part of the annual BoardWaddle! RIP Bella. We love and miss you always…


We will miss our Ziggy. He loved all of his food – he was very food motivated! Over the last week we spoiled him with all kinds of yummy stuff – pancakes, bacon and chicken. Ziggy was the protector of the family alerting us to delivery people or plastic bags blowing down the street. He ceded most of that responsibility in the last year to Coco (our 3rd dog), a feisty Frenchie. But Ziggy was the leader of the pack and was a favorite cuddle pillow for both Watson and Coco. We miss Ziggy. We were happy to have him for nearly 9 years. Ever loyal, ever faithful.

The McNicholas Family

Tony and Vinny

Tony and Vinny came into our lives in September, 2012. That summer we became empty nesters. Our oldest son got married and our youngest was entering his last year of college. Both son’s moved out of state. Our sweet rescue basset Bella died that same summer after having her for only four years. By September we began searching for another Basset(s) and Tony and Vinny came into our lives! A representative from Tri State said “take a look at them if you change your mind there are others”! Of course we fell in love as soon as we saw them!! They had a nickname “Jersey Boys” when we adopted them and at our dog park that’s what they were know as! At day care they were known “the Meatballs “! They had funny habits like working in tandem sniffing the ground and howling if they found a vole trail! As if we were going to dig a hole! When they got fed they would push their dishes around, followed by pushing their food around in the bowl before they proceeded to eat! They never went into the garbage! They never begged at the table! They weren’t very good watch dogs! Although one time we had a contractor here to give an estimate and Vinny displayed enough warning we didn’t hired him. Despite having three cats, Tony was best at catching mice, not that we encouraged it!! Since 2014 we have been blessed with four grandchildren who only visit once a year because they live 800 miles away. Tony and Vinny were always wonderful around them! Although they would give the pleading eyes that asked “when are they leaving?” In 2015 Tony experienced a few episodes of seizures and Vinny was diagnosed with Hemolytic Anemia. Vinny had been on azathioprine until this past July when our vet switch him to Prednisone because his liver levels were high. I have to credit our awesome Vet for giving us many extra quality years with the Jersey boys. Tony crossed the rainbow bridge in January 28, 2020. His illness came on very sudden and we had to make the difficult decision of helping him cross the bridge. Tony and Vinny were so bonded that Vinny never got over it. We would have to put loud music on and sneak out of the house when we went out. We even scheduled our work hours so Vinny wouldn’t have to be alone for a very long. On October 28, 2022 Vinny joined his brother with us at his side. We will always have a special place in our hearts and their loss is leaves a void in our lives that is indescribable. Thank you Tri State for giving us a gift that will always be special!!!

Mary Kate Gallagher & Bob Borthwick


In memory of Hannah, who is running free. We adopted Hannah 8 years ago. She was not the top student in obedience school and would never win the prize for friendliest pooch but as Frank Sinatra said, she did it her way…and we truly miss her and loved her for who she was. She was a great coworker in her later years. Although she was not very social with other animals in her early years, her last few months brought a new appreciation and tolerance for my daughter’s 2 cats, Moe and Beanman, while she moved back during a college internship. Although she typically never robbed anything from the table, Hannah once enjoyed an entire half of a poppyseed roll from the kitchen table and found a whole piece of pizza while walking through the woods. We sure do miss you. RIP Hannah.


Sugar passed on Saturday, January 28th, 2012, after a battle with lymphoma. Sugar, as her name implied, was a sweet dog always with a smile on her face and a wag in her tail. She greeted everyone as a friend. She especially enjoyed the company of small children. She would engage them in social settings and wanted to be in the middle of their party no matter what they were doing. She allowed them to do whatever they wanted with her, pulling her ears, tail etc. She never uttered a disapproving sound or an unaccepting response. Rabbits were her favorite animal to “hound”, though she did capture an occassional mouse and a squirrel on one occasion. She was a consumate camper and loved spending long lazy hours in the tall grass of summer. Of course, the food around the camp fire was another one of her favorites! No couch was out of her domain and she spent many a long day resting her weary bones. Sugar’s career as a “show” dog was highlighted by winning best costume at the BoardWaddle once and runner–up twice. The Tri-State Basset Rescue transport person picked her up from a shelter in Toms River, where she was slated to be euthanized. We got her that Sunday at the McDonald’s parking lot, with the understanding that they really knew nothing about her and we could return her if she did not work out. Well, she got out of the car rolled over on her back and requested what later became known as her signature belly rub request. Six wonderful years later, she has gone to rest. She willed be missed.

The Hanlon family


On October 19, 2011 I lost my best friend Kuffs. He died from cancer and felt no pain when he left this world. I had him for nine years and he truly was everything to me. I work for the NYCPD and got him right after the Trade Center. He was named after the movie with Christian Slater. The name seemed perfect for a cop’s dog. It was a time in my life where a void needed to be filled and he did that with fine style. Kuffs slept in bed with me every night of his life. In nine years I can not remember him ever growling at anything. He was treated as though he was my child. Kuffs brought such love into my life by just being there when I needed him. Always full of energy all he wanted was to be with me, he truly was daddy’s boy. We were with each other till the end and all that knew him loved him. His passing left a neighborhood in such depression. Those who knew him loved him immediately. I like to think he lived a charmed life, he was never really discipled because he didn’t need to be. He was stubborn just like his owner. Not a mean bone in his body towards any one or any animal. He found something new in everyday he lived. Kuffs lived a wonderful life, never sick and got anything he wanted. Till the very end all he wanted was to come home and be with me. I can never repay him for the joy that he gave me in my life. I have been through some hard times in my career in the NYPD, but this has been the hardest time in my life without him. Its hard to believe that there is something after all this, especially with what I have seen, but if there is I hope to meet him there. Kuffs where ever you are daddy loves you and misses you very much.

Peter Mc Carthy


I remember the first time we laid our eyes on Sally. We were over our friend’s our house (Rich and Robyn Bryant) because Robyn told Rich that she went to the SPCA and adopted a dog. It was in the summertime, the weather was warm. We went over to meet the new addition to the Bryant’s household. At that time, Sally was about three years old and full of fire!! I played with her and she chased me around our friend’s above ground pool several times. She was a happy dog with her tongue hanging out and smiling all the time. A few years later, we heard the news that the Bryant’s decided to give Sally to a new home since their first-born son was young and Robyn was expecting twin boys. Robyn decided to give Sally to a friend she knew who lived on a farm. We were sad to hear that Sally was getting a new home but was comfort by the fact that Sally was going to a home with lots of places to do what she did best at that time, sniff!! I don’t know what happened when Sally was on the farm but the Bryant’s ended up getting her back after a few years had passed. Sally wasn’t the same fun loving, high spirited basset we all remembered. Sally had changed and not for the best. Rich had spoken to Paul about placing Sally in the rescue because Sally had developed aggression issues (especially with the kids) and Rich didn’t feel comfortable enough to keep her in the family anymore. The year was 2005, we lost Stocker a year earlier to cancer and we had adopted Alvin at Christmas time in 2002 from Tri-State. We went over the Bryant’s to pick up Sally to begin the process. I spoke to Paul and we decided to keep Sally as one of our own because we were both afraid that Sally would be put down because of her aggression issues, that she wouldn’t be “adoptable”. She definitely did change, as you couldn’t touch her when she was on her bed at night because she would growl and show her teeth. You couldn’t kiss her nose either as she would try to bite your head off. She definitely had trust issues too!! But she would give you a kiss but it was on her terms and she would always flop on her back for a belly rub but be assured she would have one eye on you the entire time. Sally listened well and we adjusted to her and she adjusted to us in time. We had a very unique understanding of each other. Sally was a great guard basset and she really turned into a loving dog. Eating and sleeping were her favorite things to do. She was definitely “The Queen” in our household and let Alvin; and the other foster bassets we had, know it every day. We had the opportunity to enjoy Sally for 7 years until about a month ago when she started having seizures. We didn’t know what was going on with her, but we knew it was her time because there was no more wagging tail when we came home and no more love in her eyes. She was 13 years old. It was like someone shut off the lights but she didn’t even realize that her lights were shut off. We will forever love our Growly Sally or Sally Ann as I use to call her and she will always have a special place in our hearts!! I know that she’s still trying to be “The Queen” at the Rainbow Bridge and she’s doing her best to boss all of the other puppies up there around – especially Alvin!!

Karen & Paul Curley


We adopted our dear, sweet Molly from Tri-State in 2004, just a few months after buying our first home. The day that I met her at the shelter, I fell in love with her. She nuzzled up to me immediately and lifted her beefy little paw so I could rub her belly. Her favorite activities included eating, sleeping, snuggling, eating, going for walks, going for sniffs, eating, and getting lots of pets. After nearly 8 years filled with love, snuggles and belly rubs, Molly left us on Christmas Day after some respiratory distress. She was the sweetest dog and we miss her and her Basset ways already.

Lori Litchman and Dave Tavani


We adopted Alex along with Jessica from the Tri-State Basset rescue in 2004. Until coming to live with us, he and Jessica lived with a very nice family who took really great care of them but just couldn’t keep them anymore. And John and I were lucky enough to be able to continue that great care for the rest of Alex’s days. Alex turned thirteen in October and had many adventures along the way; the last adventure being our move to New York City. I initially thought this would be a very hard transition for Alex, but it wasn’t at all. I guess you could chalk that up to one of the benefits of dementia. I am certain, in fact, that the move to NYC actually extended Alex’s life because it removed all of those pesky stairs from his environment. But in the end our time together was too short. The last days of Alex’s life were full of (extra) hugs, kisses, snacks, tasty meals, and (very slow and meandering) walks where Alex led the way. Last night John cooked him a steak and rice dinner fit for a king and this morning Alex had steak and eggs with a side of chicken jerky for breakfast. He was a wonderful dog and I will miss him so very, very much.

The Laskas Family


I adopted Flash 3 years ago at one of the Tri State Basset adoptions in Quakertown. I knew she was the one as soon as we walked in the door. She came over and immediately rolled over for belly rubs. When we took her home, she found the sofa and became one of the family. We took walks twice a day and in the afternoon she would greet the kids coming home from school. I called them her “posse”. She came to know all the dogs and cats in the neighborhood. She was very social and treated everyone like her best friend. I was devastated to find lumps on her neck in August. They turned out to be lymphoma. She was gone in 3 weeks. She was only 9. We had too short of time together but I will always remember the days with Flash.

Janice Wilensky